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Despite Squeaks, Moans, She’s a Polished Beauty! ‘ . . . there has been so much genuine sharing on this trip.’

I’m so glad to have you along on our trip, and I thought you'd like to know what this bus is all about. Let me describe her to you.

A converted 1966 Greyhound bus, she’s a 35-foot beauty, all polished stainless steel on the outside and comfortable camper/business office on the inside. She travels well and has great signs on the exterior that announce the tour. All passersby stare at her.

I want to pet her like a big puppy.

My son and I bought her from a man in Montana who owned her for many years. He was an engineer, so we knew the mechanics would be sound.  His carpenter friend built the interior cabinets nearly 20 years ago. It’s totally customized and runs like a dream, especially at 65 miles an hour.

We looked at dozens of RVs and buses, but when we saw her, it was love at first sight. Every day I walk around her to make sure that everything is right. I’m like a mother checking up on a baby to see that she’s still breathing and all snuggled up.

The infinite variety of people

As we drive across the country, I sit and listen to her squeak and moan as the cabinets shift and the metal eases down the highway. She has a rhythm all her own, and I have a front-row seat to a symphony of cacophonous sounds. It makes for a beautiful song.

The wind whistles by, the gears grind, and the brakes hiss. We named her Nelly because when we come to an amber light we say, “Whoa Nelly!”  She’s like a thoroughbred racehorse; when she gets going she really doesn’t want to stop.

This country is beautiful. The diversity of visual stimulation is staggering. I’ve also been touched by the infinite variety of people I’ve met who are willing to discuss their hopes, concerns, and realities as they age or care for an aging relative.

Each day I emerge from the bus to listen to and spend time with the elderly and their caregivers. I feel fortunate that there has been so much genuine sharing on this trip.

At the end of the day when I re-enter the bus, I feel tired yet elated. The bus has a safe feeling, like a cocoon.

I’m very surprised that I can go back into our bus and re-emerge from its warmth recharged and better prepared to continue on this cross-country journey.



Next: Dr. Marian’s tour continues. Elder-care issues even dwell in ritzy Palm Springs.

 




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